Where vision meets post-crash black noir. The story of life after the world economic system crashes and American society begins the gradual slide into universal third world squalor and violence.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

The Unknown - Chapter 4d - by nova

Chapter 4d

I watched as she dropped off the bottle, grimaced at their bullshit comments, an almost evaded an ass grope. She spun her way out of that one and told them to watch their hands. They laughed. As she made her way to me I watched them. One white guy was telling the other who wasn't listening because he was too busy watching her walk away, "I'm gonna get me some of that." He was an idiot. I was confirming my kill order and he was last on the list. His buddy was next.

The Indians though, they were both good. Probably very good. That was unusual. People that good don't spend time in little towns like this. They went where the money was. Yet here we were. One was tilted back in his chair staring at the ceiling. The other Indian was looking at me. Not looking, appraising. He would be first. Our eyes locked. I knew him. He knew me. He gave me the lizard grin, thin lipped and cold blooded. I winked. Fuck him.

The bar maid was almost to my table so I focused on her. It was a pleasure. She looked as nice coming as she did going.

"What can I get you?"

"Is your bartender as worthless as I think he is?"

She looked over her shoulder quickly. When she looked back at me her face had tightened, "Yes. He is. He's got a 12 gauge under the bar but I think he would rather use the back door first."

"Yeah. Okay. You got any ice tea?"

"Sun tea...not iced. That work?"

"Sugar?"

"She smiled, "You mean for the tea?"

I felt it. It had been a long time. "Yeah. For the tea."

Another big smile. I liked that smile. "Coming right up" and she was gone. I didn't bother looking over at the assholes. I was running a new scenario through my head.